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Apr 2017
like the wind you blew gently
lightly caressing my cheek as you go
like the tree I stood ready
my roots planted firmly below
but a simple wind you are not
and soon your storms did show
you were my favorite distraction
leaving everything else unknown
D
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D  25/Canada
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